Eliot Durant (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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genessia2019-01-12 11:20 pm
anamnestik) wrote in genessia2019-01-12 11:20 pm
Entry tags:
video / action
[Since Enis disappeared, Eliot has been at a loss. For one, he has more time on his hands. Surprising perhaps, when he runs a large business. He had become so accustomed to balancing housework for her with his job that there is now a sizable gap in his daily schedule, filled with nothing but missing his friend.
Also, with being horrendously hungry. He did her housework in exchange for her blood, but now Eliot is without it. In the middle of winter, when he needs blood the most.
TL;DR later: Eliot is a sad and hungry vampire.]
[VIDEO]
This... This is incredibly difficult for me to phrase. Please consider it c-carefully.
I need human blood... uh. How much would I have to exchange for that...?
Without being hunted down or something.
Asking for a friend. [A pause. Eliot is such a terrible liar. He also doesn't like telling lies this serious, so amends his statement:] That friend is me.
[ACTION]
[Eliot can later be found holed up in one of Genessia City's many cafes. He thought it would be a good idea to do some furniture shopping for the new mansion, but the cold has caught up to him. He's sitting at a table with five steaming hot lattes, lids off, bunched together. And he's warming his hands over them like they're a fireplace.
He's also wearing about three layers of clothing and looks absolutely pathetic.]
Also, with being horrendously hungry. He did her housework in exchange for her blood, but now Eliot is without it. In the middle of winter, when he needs blood the most.
TL;DR later: Eliot is a sad and hungry vampire.]
[VIDEO]
This... This is incredibly difficult for me to phrase. Please consider it c-carefully.
I need human blood... uh. How much would I have to exchange for that...?
Without being hunted down or something.
Asking for a friend. [A pause. Eliot is such a terrible liar. He also doesn't like telling lies this serious, so amends his statement:] That friend is me.
[ACTION]
[Eliot can later be found holed up in one of Genessia City's many cafes. He thought it would be a good idea to do some furniture shopping for the new mansion, but the cold has caught up to him. He's sitting at a table with five steaming hot lattes, lids off, bunched together. And he's warming his hands over them like they're a fireplace.
He's also wearing about three layers of clothing and looks absolutely pathetic.]